Extension of May Drabble #1 (Patreon)

Link/Ganondorf – Princess Zelda has a breeding program between her horse mares and some Lynel studs. Her newest one has a really hard time becoming domestic so she sends her personal knight (who caught him in the first place) to soothe those ruffled feathers.

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Part 2 (This Part)

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Link does not look convinced at all, but he is nothing but a perfectly exemplary knight and will do absolutely anything his Princess asks of him as long as it doesn’t put herself in danger.

So with stiff movements he starts to put his weapon away and reaches to undo his supple looking breeches.

Zelda watches with a big smile on her face. When Link lowers his pants just enough to show his pink, still soft cock and the plump jiggle of his cheeks, she looks up at Ganondorf who has been watching everything with a lot of distrust.

“You see? We don’t mean any harm to you, my sweet. You can have a bit of fun with him. It will do you plenty good!”

She watches as Ganondorf’s face changes subtly, going from stubborn with anger brewing just beneath the surface to a bit more thoughtful. Maybe even hopeful.

Zelda has long since noted that the Lynel are very intelligent creatures… and this one must be particularly keen. He obviously recognizes Link as the man that had caught him in the first place… and from the look of it he is more than eager to demonstrate his dominance over him.

At least his cock starts to slip from its sheathe nice and smooth.

Zelda can feel her cheeks warming up a little as she sees just how… big it is.

“Oh my,” she murmurs and turns with a clear of her throat, gesturing towards one of the farmhands standing around and looking mildly shellshocked at what is about to happen. “You! Go fetch a generous helping of vaseline!”

He jumps on the spot, staring at her like a little animal of prey, then turns and hurries to acquiesce to her wishes.

Turning back around, she gestures for Link to waddle forwards. “Go and… tend to him for now, yes?”

He looks… well… dubious – as well he might… it is not necessarily a custom to let Lynels have at humans – but once again he is being a perfectly exemplary knight and does just as he is told.

For the first time the Princess can appreciate having a very obedient shadow following her every move.

She first watches Link advance haltingly – then watches Ganondorf’s reaction to it. He has stopped fighting against the bindings keeping his arms behind his back and is just watching his captor approach. His nostrils are flaring every now and then, his broad, muscular chest heaving.

He is an absolute sight to behold. She never has had a stallion of his size or demeanor. He feels like a King to her. The jet black coat of his lower body glistens in the light shining in through the various windows. The rust red hair of his tail and on his upper body makes him look like he is sweltering in some unending fire.

His huge hoofs shift a little as Link is almost close enough to touch.

Zelda holds her breath, biting the tip of her tongue. Link has paused as well but only for a moment. The next he is touching the shoulder of Ganondorf’s lower body, palm gently sliding along his glossy coat.

Petting him.

The stud is watching him from high above; absolutely regal but calm for now. Ready to let himself get serviced, Zelda thinks. Waiting for them to produce the vaseline so he may thrust his frustrations and energy out into the warm, pliable body of her personal guard.

Link is good with horses. Zelda has been watching him from the window in her study. She knows that they trust him pretty quickly, cuddling up to him and begging for snacks.

It seems like he has a good hand for Lynel as well. At least Ganondorf keeps his massive hoofs where they have to be, not struggling against the bonds tethering them as Link lets his hand move across the top of his back… and then along the swell of his stomach, close to that impressive looking cock swinging beneath.

He’s not hard yet but the Princess can see how it is bobbing and flexing already, blood pumping into the tissue and getting the tip to flare.

It’s bigger than her palm. Though she is sure the edges are nice and pliable, it will not be easy for Link to stuff it into his hole.

Not easy at all.

In fact, she almost calls the whole thing off when he visibly takes a breath to steel himself and ducks beneath the stallion’s body to touch his cock. The sight of how grotesquely big it is next to her obedient guard is quite shocking indeed…

But she has so little with which to pass her time. Her breeding program is the only thing next to her studies, really, so…

Link doesn’t look too daunted by the prospect of the large Lynel cock. In fact, she can see the skin of his buttocks becoming first light pink, then darker as his body begins to heat up and his fingers side along the shaft looking much like a weapon with its pudgy thorns erect all along its length.

It does not lend itself much to stroking but Ganondorf does not seem to mind. He has his head tilted back, his broad, muscular chest slowly expanding with the deep, unhurried breaths he is taking. Every now and then his hips will hunch down somewhat to slide his cock again or harder through Link’s grasp.

He looks absolutely magnificent. Zelda can’t stop admiring him. One of these days she will have to bring the Sheika Slate into the stable to take a photo of her magnificent stallion.

The farmhand finally reappears, a tub of vaseline in his shaking hands. Zelda hurries him to place it close to Link.

He does not wish to get particularly close to Ganondorf but a stern look does the trick eventually.

Zelda can feel her cheeks warm up watching Link prepare himself, so he turns away for a moment to admire the scenery out of one of their windows. She tries to imagine the foals that might spring from a breeding between Ganondorf and her mares. She is sure that they will be stocky and perfect for battle. Father will be so proud of her to have added so crucially to Hyrule’s defenses…

A soft sound has her turning back toward the action, hands clasping automatically in front of her chin as she sees Link has started the process of fitting Ganondorf’s erection inside himself.

“Wonderful!” she exclaims enthusiastically.

.oOo.

Link knows that if he were to raise the issue with the King, he would immediately have vetoed his Zelda’s order and spared Link the indignity of dropping his breeches in the middle of the stables to be speared on a Lynel’s massive cock.

If he had wanted to be spared, that is. He doesn’t, though. He wants to remain right where he is now, awkwardly bracing himself on the back of one of Ganondorf’s front legs and his own knee while he tries to inch backwards onto the massive dick currently spreading his rim wider than it ever had been before.

The Lynel cock is squishy, offering at least a modicum of reprieve, but Ganondorf is also huffing above him and starting to squirm quite a bit. His massive hoofs pull against the ropes tethering him and with every motion, his cock slides deeper into Link’s body.

When it is about a hands’ breadth inside of him, his ears are filled with an odd whistling noise and his vision goes dark around the edges. Not like he’s about to die or pass out… he knows how that feels well enough. No, he just gets a kind of tube-like vision as his mind tries to wrap around the sheer girth he is currently cramming inside himself.

He can feel his intestines shifting to accommodate the intrusion, and his stomach bulging downward from the proud weight of Ganondorf’s cock.

Link had already known when seeing him in the wild all those weeks back that the Princess would be absolutely smitten with him. She would adore having a big, strong stud like him inside her breeding program… and Zelda’s happiness usually came above anything else Link did – despite what she might believe every now and then.

So bending over and taking it up the ass is a labor of love at the end of the day, really.

Ganondorf is a cunning beast too and while he is tethered as much as they can tether him, he soon enough finds out how he has to hunch his hips down so he will start to fuck the warm hole wrapped around his cock and desperately hanging on for dear life.

It leaves Link holding on to the backs of both of Ganondorf’s legs, just trying to push back against the massive cock sliding in and out of his body with wet, squelching sounds.

Dominating him.

Besting him.